138 NORTH SEA FISHERS AND FIGHTERS 



Pray God send you eight or nine last ; 



Fair gain all, 



Good weather, 



Good weather, 



All herrings no "dogs." 



The boys continued their crude and unmelodious ditty 

 until they were pacified with biscuits which were thrown 

 to them by the crews. 



There is no singing to sea nowadays, and there are 

 no spare biscuits, but when the herrings are landed, 

 the ragged urchins follow the baskets and seize the 

 fish which fall to the ground, claiming them as loot. 



